Gaspard: How many people do you know have cystic acne so bad it says "please kick me" on their foreheads in zit-braille?

Harris: Um... only you, actually. But come on: you'll find someone--

Gaspard: Oh yeah? Some girl just right for me is just going to appear in my life, ignore my flaws, and live Happily Ever After? This isn't how real life works, Harris. You gotta put effort into it. I've got to stop looking and acting like crap before even considering being presentable. But "comfort zone", right? Let's face it: I'm not ready yet. Gotta grow up first.